Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
JFA,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.